Ouroboros Spine Get My Bow And Arrow

Can't miss this! It's the like Spine wolves' version of a party!

He heard the howl and broke into a run. He approached on the tear, and as his broad paws pounded the ground his mind quickly took into the scene and calculated his best move. Kroc was injured. The smell of blood hit him. Iqniq was moving to her. Tonravik was just arriving. Some distance from them, the foolish plains wolf that had challenged their Alpha had paused, thinking herself safe perhaps for she had stepped past the invisibile line.

But she was not, and that line no longer mattered.

His fiery eyes locked, blazing, on her, and he charged past his packmates, his grizzled brown pelt brushed against the stark rust of Iqniq and then past the pale furs of Kroc, who had claimed something from the ground. He was a freight train, a roaring, unstoppable engine, barreling down the tracks at the plain's wolf.

She had best gather her feet and run, or he was going to sink his teeth into the back of her neck.